So, as I was saying yesterday, the rat traps were set, and hubby and I went to bed with grand dreams of finding a DEAD rat in the morning…

But in the morning we found “evidence” that the RAT was NOT dead, and he HAD been in the car again! He ate more holes in seats and tore up more carpeting.

He even knocked a medicine cup into a glue trap. Which was stuck… but the RAT was gone.

Sherzinger came back out and laid down probably 40 more traps. SEE:

If that RAT got back in the car – he couldn’t move!

We went to bed with grand dreams of finding a DEAD rat in the morning…

Ummm No. No dead rat.

To keep myself in a humorous state of mind, I was posting with much frequency on Facebook. Good thing, too, because my Facebook friend’s hubby happens to be our insurance agent, Randy Grimes. Randy called my hubby at night to let us know once the rat was dead, our policy covered ALL the repairs – with NO deductible.

See, isn’t Facebook great?

Hubby and I went to bed with grand dreams of finding a DEAD rat in the morning…

Ummmm No. No dead rat.

But I did get this in the mail from Honda.

I had been debating in my paranoid state about buying a whole new van. It was a great Facebook thread and it kept my mind off the fact that…

I HAVE A RAT LIVING IN MY CAR!!!

Now, I was wondering if Honda was reading my posts…. Nah.

Stepping out of denial

So I started thinking. I was tired of sharing a car and mad that a RAT was running my life. I knew he wasn’t going in the car anymore, because RATs are smart.

A few days back, hubby and I remarked to the Rat dude that “at least the rat wasn’t in the house.” And he commented that, moving into the house would be his next move.

And we knew he hadn’t been in the booby trapped car for 2 days, Hmmmm.

When we remodeled our kitchen, I had the old cabinets put in the garage. So to get in the house through those would take a while…. but next to that is a 3 foot space of just drywall…

See that poop? {the cracker was not there at the time}. Yep and nibbles on the drywall. – Sneakers {my friend’s son named our RAT} was working his way inside the home.

I freaked out. Then I told hubby we needed more traps. But THIS TIME I did not “clean up” the mess. I had learned that the RAT knew when I cleaned, I set traps.

My hero

Hubby went and bought the traps. He set only one with a nice big cheese and peanut butter cracker {Sneaker’s favorite}.

And then hubby did what I should have done 8 weeks ago! He prayed. He prayed for God to kill the rat.

Hubby and I went to bed with grand dreams of finding a DEAD rat in the morning…

AND WE DID!!

You should have seen the smile on hubby’s face.

The RAT was dead, the car would be fixed thanks to Randy, and I could drive my car again. Which just left one problem…